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 (Be warned! This is a SAD blog!)

My little Brother, Russel (and why I insist on calling a 41 year old man LITTLE escapes me...he IS 6'1" and weighs likely 190!) recently experienced the worst thing IMAGINABLE! His wife, Jaime...love of his life, mother of his 2 year old son, Jackson...was murdered by a neighbor lady. What causes the neighbor to kill her, you ask? Russel and Jaime and countless other neighbors had reported the lady to the Sheriff because thay had seen things that made them think the lady was mentally unstable. One day several months before, Jaime was coming back from picking her daughter up from school and the lady ran into the road in front of her car. Jaime slammed on the brakes, turning the car sideways in the road! Jaime was MAD (rightfully so!)...and when Jaime was mad...you were going to hear about it. She jumped out of the car and yelled at the lady for not only endangering herself (the lady) but Jaimes 2 children, who were in the car! When Jamie got back in the car the lady KICKED the side of the car as she drove off! Jaime called the Sheriff...which is what you are supposed to do!

On the day of her death....Jaime got up and got her daughter ready for school...loaded the kids into the car...backed out of her drive and started down the road.She turned around to say something to her daughter and as she turned her head back to the front....she was hit in the side of the face by a jet of water coming through her window. This neighbor had hung her waterhose to the fence with it on the powerspray setting...jetting water clear across the road. Wasting water isn't ever good...but we live in Texas and we are currently in a DROUGHT. The only real way we know what happened next is that another neighbor who was also taking her child to school pulled in behind Jamie as she got out of her car to go talk to her neighbor about the spraying water. Jaime opened the gate to approach the womens door. Knocked....the door opened 4" or so...and that women shot my beautiful sister in law!

Why on Earth would I write this awful story in a "helping" blog? Glad you asked! Jaime wasnt a stupid women! She was a highly intelligent, small business owner who brought JOY to all of us! LITERALLY like sunshine coming into a room! She was much younger then I am at 25. I have a child her age. Alot of people, these days, are BENT on confrontation. I know in my heart that Jaime didn't think for a SECOND that she was about to DIE giving this women the business for wasting water....heck...she didn't even GET to give her any "business"...she hadn't said a word! I just really want to remind EVERYONE to THINK before they act. That women has a mental problem that we know nothing about. I worked in MHMR for years and there are ALOT of people with mental problems, diagnosed and UNdiagnosed. Most of them never ASKED for a mental problem. (keeping in mind that some mental problems are caused by drug usage) It is often a chemical imbalance that is responsible. Had Jaime given half a thought to WHO she was dealing with...she would have just called the sheriff...and my brother would still have the light of his life...Jackson (2) and Joclyn(4) would have their Mom.

So....this Holiday Season...remember that while confronting someone who you feel is WRONG in some way might make you FEEL better, if you dont KNOW them...you have no way of knowing if they are mentally unbalanced or what they are capable of. Give your loved ones a gift...and pass up the opportunity to confront them on the issue.

Lets see....where to start...I am a divorced mother of 4. Divorced twice actually. First one is a dbd. Second one is a great guy but not compatable for me. I left for the army last Jan. and was discharged in Apr because I have pre-cancer. Before I left I gave away everything. Furniture, car....I didn't expect to come back other than to get the children. Well that didn't work out the way it was suppose to. When I came back I have 2000 in my pocket and spent that getting a house with my best friend. My ex-husband decided that he wanted the boys this year since one was starting his first year of school and since he is as great as a parent as me I let him. Plus I was trying to find a job and car and didn't need the added cost of daycare. I started working midnights and met a great guy. Atleast I thought he was. We dated for a little then I unthoughtfully decided to move in with him. Wrong idea. In the last three months I have gone from finally happy for the first time to loosing all my self confidance, being depressed and lonely, feeling inadaquite (sp). I don't think he did it on purpose though. Just cared more about him the me. I left him two days ago. Packed all my stuff and my daughter and moved out while he was at work in with a woman who is like my mother. I have no family where I am at. They are all down south. I love this woman to death. Her ex-step daughter is my best friend. But not I share a bedroom, live with her two teenagers and three kids including mine. Its hectic and to top it all off...we have no gas for hot water. The bill is 5 hundred and something. We are taking freezing cold showers. I work but don't make that much. I still don't have a car. I go to church but there isn't much they can do to help. We are lost. Don't know what to do. She works full time at a fast food resturaunt and I work part time at 8/hr at State Farm. It's just us supporting 5 people. Sharing her car. It's unrealistic and I have called everywhere trying to get help but there is none available. We are just lost and trying to find are way back to something better than reality. Any words of advise?

hello, my husband and i have some friends that lost their 22 year old son on sunday may 18th 2008,in a car accident... they are in desperate need of finanial help, i am not sure how much the funeral is to cost them but i do know that a family member had to dig the grave because of lack of funds...this is a tragedy, if people do help people on here, please help these people, god forbid this happen to anyone...i am so sad that i have no money to help, this is my way of helping ever how small it is, money can't bring him back but i really don't want the financial problems to add to their grief...please, any amount would be better than nothing..i can email you the obituary for verification....please just help no amount is too small contact me at dalejrdouble8fan@aol.com  if you can help    Thanks and God Bless, Becky

 I HAVE NEVER REALLY HAD WHAT THEY CALL, AN EASY LIFE. BUT IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT BAD. WE WERE RAISED, 8 BRO AND SIS , TWO PARENTS WORKING ALL THE TIME, AND MY OLDEST SISTER(10YRS OLDER) GOT USED TO US SMALLER ONES CALLING HER MOMMA. WE NEVER HAD IT EASY, BUT WE PULLED TOGETHER AND MADE GOOD MEMORIES.WELL, SOME. I MARRIED AT AN EARLY AGE OF 17. GOD, THAT WAS THE FIRST RUDE AWAKENING OF REALIZATION. HE DRANK ALOT, AND WOULD GET PRETTY VIOLENT TOWARDS ME. SO, IN 1993, MY OLDEST ANGEL,1 AND 1/2, AND PREGNANT WITH MY 2ND, I FOUND OUT I WAS HAVING A BOY.I COULDNT DO THAT REPETITION OF VIOLENCE, NOR COULD I BE PROUD TO RAISE KIDS AROUND VIOLENCE. I PACKED UP MY THINGS, GRABBED MY LIL'TIF, NOW 15, AND WE LEFT. WHEN TY WAS BORN, IT WAS TOUGH. TRYING TO GO BAK TO COLLEGE, RAISE TWO BABIES, AND BE 100% SUPPORT TO THESE TWO. I STILL DO NOT REGRET IT A BIT.        I MARRIED FOR A SECOND TIME IN 1999. THAT WAS THE SICKEST ROLLER COASTER RIDE YOU COULD EVER ATTEMPT. OFF AND ON, WE PLAYED IT OUT FOR 5 YEARS. 2 MORE BEAUTIFUL BABES ....1 GIRL, TAYLOR, AND THE CABOOSE, TRISTIN. I HAVE MADE ALOT OF MISTAKES ALONG THE WAY, BUT ONE THING I HAVE DONE WELL. I HAVE BRIGHT, EAGER, AND VERY BRAVE CHILDREN. AND FOR THAT, I TAKE FULL CREDIT. BEING A SINGLE PARENT IS THE HARDEST THING TO SURVIVE. I CONSIDER IT SURVIVING....BUT AS MY SECOND MARRIAGE DREW NEARER THE END, MY PARENTS BECAME WORRIED ABOUT ME, AS I WAS THEM. MOM , DIAGNOSED WITH DIABITIES 20 YRS BEFORE, NEVER COULD GET IT UNDER CONTROLL. HECK, IF HER SUGAR WAS DOWN IN THE 200s- SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS DOING GREAT. SERIOUS COMPLICATIONS ARE WHAT CAME NEXT FOR HER. ALOT OF THEM, AND QUITE OFTEN.  3 STROKES,PANCRIATITIS,BELLS PAULSY(some spelling champ huh) LIVER  AND KIDNEY PROBLEMS....U GET THE PICTURE. SO MY DAD ASKED ME TO MOVE IN W/ THEM, THEY COULD BABYSIT 4 ME...I COULD WATCH OUT FOR THEM....WORKED GREAT FOR A WHILE.   I MET FUTURE HUSBAND #3 SHORTLY AFTER I MOVED IN W/ THEM. AT MY JOB, NO LESS. THINGS WERE ACTUALLY STARTING TO QUIT SPINNING FROM THE MOTION SICKENESS OF THE COASTER, WHEN APRIL 13, 2006 CAME.

I GO TO WORK...MOM AND DAD WANT TO GO TO WALMART TO FINISH EASTER SHOPPING. I WENT ON TO WORK, 2pm; 6pm ROLLS AROUND......MANAGER(AND BEST FRIEND) TELLS ME TO GO GET IN HER CAR. I DID. AND THATS WHEN SHE TOLD ME. I CAN HEAR HER WORDS AS IF THEY WILL ECHO FOREVER.YOUR FAMILY HAS BEEN IN AN ACCIDENT. I HAD TO ASK; ARE YOU SURE? WHO WAS ALL IN IT?

CASUALLY, YET ANXIOUSLY WANTING TO BELIEVE IT WAS A FINDER BENDER, AND THAT AT THAT EXACT MOMENT, MY MOM WAS SCREAMING AT MY DAD; "I TOLD YOU SO!" THE NEXT WORDS FROM MY FRIEND?'''''3 OF YOUR KIDS WERE JUST LIFELIGHTD. I DONT KNOW HOW MUCH TIME ELAPSED AT THAT TIME, BUT THE ONLY ONE THING I REMEMBER ASKING HER WAS WHICH ONE OF MY KIDS WERE OK. SHE DIDNT KNOW. From work to the nearest hospital was approx. 15 miles. 1/2 way there, I get a call, and they have more news. My friend takes te phone. She looked at me and i knew what was coming....question was, who? Tara, we have to drive thru the wreckage. they want you to be aware....

the worst plunge in your stomach cannot describe the impact of emotion when she tells me, your mom and dad were both killed instantly.

Gut wrenched, and feeling an enormous amount of fear, i made it inside the hospital doors.(1st hospital-to stabalize) and the kids' pediatrician, gen prac., was meeting me at the ER doors.Tara. i need you to stop first and let me update you on thier conditions. Not wanting to delay another minute with my kids, i knew i had to. i asked her, who is safe? 1 of my babies is ok, right?  She shook her head, and mumbled out, Ty wasnt in there.(12 yrs old) TIF-11 broken ribs, crushed pelvis at least 3 places,rt femur shattered, rt hip, shattered. temp amnesia, both lungs were collapsing, severed her liver, and condition=poor; chances=50/50. TRISTIN-aged 2 yrs...17 breaks in lower extremities, feet disconnected from legs, abdominal swelling of unknown source.massive swelling to the brain.condition-critical chances=30% survival chance. TAYLOR,4, we couldnt wait for you, she is the worst. Massive head trauma.   that was it. no breaks. no internal issues. sounded more hopeful than my oldest and youngest....

Dr tells me; TAYLOR-condition-very critical  chances..............10-15%.

i started screaming at this doctor and friend. I shouted out that she is responsible. It is her job to make my babies well. she had better get away from me and tend to those babies. reminding myself(as if), that mom and dad were not there to hold me. WHAT? NOT THERE ANYMORE?i couldnt even fathom it. All I could do is pray for God to leave the lil' ones.

It was `130 miles to SLC, where the kids had been flown. I had picked up Don, fiance', and my biggest baby boy, Ty,and what a reunion that was. i was truely feeling blessed just to hold on to one of my babes. In the very next second, I felt rage, then i felt cheated. and i wondered if i could cope with a child with physical impairments.

We arrived at the hosp. at 8:11pm. Met by several physicians, surgeons, ortho,neuro.......and a small woman moved to the front of this congregation. To that point, I had only thought I knew pain. IM SORRY, BUT TAYLOR DIDNT MAKE IT. was all I remember for hours. We werent allowed to got see the other 2 yet,(too many medical procedures to do, including the bolt being put in to Tristins tiny skull, to monitor pressure.So, for what seemed like just minutes to me, but was truely,as Im told now, 5-6 hours i did nothing but rock my lil baby girl for one last time.

I was scared to put her down. I was affraid of never picking her up again. never being cheeck to cheek, playing the raspberry game.Nothing FOREVER.

to be continued.....

REFERENCE: MY BETER-THAN-FICTION, REAL AND TRUE ACCOUNTS OF MY LIFE-UP THRU TODAY. THE LAST YEAR....THE ULTIMATE TRIALS.......(MY OWN BLOG). I COULD REALLY USE INFORMATION, WHETHER IT BE LEGAL, SOCIAL, OR COUNSELLING. I WONT TURN DOWN ANY ADVICE I CAN GET. COURSE IF THERE IS A FOUNDATION THAT CAN HELP ME FIGURE OUT WHAT MY NEXT MOVE IS, ;   IM ALL EARS. RIGHT NOW, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS TO GET MY CHILDREN BACK FROM FOSTER CARE. I CANT EVEN BELIEVE I AM HAVING TO SAY THAT. THEY WERE TAKEN OUT OF MY HOUSE BECAUSE A COP, WHO DIDNT HAVE RIGHTS TO BE IN MY HOUSE, CALLED DCFS , TOLD HER ID BE GOING TO JAIL. HE ALSO KNEW AT THAT POINT THAT HE WAS NOT TAKING ME TO JAIL. I HAVE NEVER BEEN EITHER. THE THREE SPEEDING TICKETS I HAVE HAD IN THE 19 YEARS IVE DRIVEN IS THE EXTENT OF MY LAW BREAKING EPISODES. THE INTAKER KNEW THAT I WAS NOT IN JAIL 10 MINUTES AFTER SHE TOOK THE REMAINING THREE BABIES FROM ME.       DOES THIS SOUND KOSHER TO ANYONE? GOT ANY ADVICE?       LOTS MORE TO THE STORY, IF UR INTERESTED. TC

I am a single mom of three children, and have my 20 year old sister with me and my neice that was born almost four months premature. We were recently hit with tragedy when my mom, my kids dad, and two uncles passed away. It has been very hard. I work seven days a week. I just cant get caught up. I need to pay 1800 dollars in eight days or i have to move out. Someone please please help us!